"When I met that person, you were a nine-month-old baby..." When I was a child, I finally understood my feelings of lustful after watching the actions of my father and mother. After my father died, I couldn't control my feelings for my mother, and one summer day I attacked my mother. Perhaps because of the guilt of continuing to lie, my mother gradually lost her resistance. Not only that, but when I was committing violently, I began to repeat the climax while convulsing.